Sunday morning

Sunday Morning Part 1

She was shaken awake. It was Sunday. She knew what to do. She went to the bathroom with her pile of clothes and prepared. She showered and did her hair just so, she had shaved in the shower......completely bare this week...she would surprise him. 

She bent and slipped a garter belt on running her hands over her very smooth Mont de Venus thinking how nice it felt, so soft and smooth, she would not wear nickers today. She felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of her Master discovering her smooth cunt with no covering. She imagined him running his fingers along her slit and parting her lips, then pausing before plunging a finger into her. But he would only do such things if she pleased him; she knew how to please him and was determined to do so today.

She rolled her stockings; fishnets today, and very slowly pulled them over her jewel like toes, painted in high gloss. she ran the stockings up her legs catching them to her garter. They made her feel wanton.....she needed her Master's touch she parted her legs and slipped a finger deep inside, she was already wet in anticipation of what she knew the morning held. Her finger glistened as she sucked on it ...taking in her taste and smell.

She struggled into the corset, tight around her middle, thrusting her full breasts high. Firm but soft mounds of flesh poured over the top of the corset with its red lacing. She pulled the lacing tight tying it off with a smart bow. Her nipples enclosed but just.....a hint of them apparent. She knew they would spill out during the session ...spill out and be used by her Master.

She stepped into the shoes he insisted she wear.....high heels that tilted her forward. Then she slipped on the tight shirt, buttoning up the bottom buttons but leaving the top ones open so her breast, tight in the corset could be seen ...but just the top the soft flesh that spilled over the top. Finally she pulled on a tight black skirt, a skirt so short it barely covered her arse cheeks. Any movement forward revealed her nakedness underneath and the suspenders holding her stockings let alone her naked cunt just aching for her Master's touch.

She walked down the hall to the bedroom as she did every Sunday morning.....no reading the papers in trendy cafes for this couple .......their Sunday morning was spent making the bed.

Little did she know she was in for a treat today. 

As she pushed the door open she saw her Master sitting in the old elegant armchair immaculately dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and a beautiful blue tie. She smiled internally and knew he had dressed this way as a treat for her. On his lap was a store bag. 

She walked in and smiled, he smiled back and mentioned how nice she looked this morning. 

"Strip the bed slut" She walked to the base of the bed and bent far over, revealing her bare arse and smooth cunt to her Master. She could see him in the mirror and was pleased to see him react, react imperceptibly yet react never the less. She pulled the blankets off the bed, then the sheets, bunching them in corner, and then she took the pillows and held them against her body as she removed the cases. 

The bed was bare. The mattress stripped of covers. She sat at the end of the bed with her legs spread wide open looking her Master in the eye.........lie back slut.........lie back and let me look at what you have done to my cunt. He walked over and pushed the skirt up a little, running a finger over her cunt then picking up his riding crop and running it up her slit, opening her lips and slowly inserting the end into her cunt.......fucking her with it....she begins to move and moan, he continues fucking her deep and slow with the crop .....then he asks "did i tell you to shave my cunt, slut? did i?" "no Master, you didn't, i thought..........the crop was out now and raised and lowered hard on her bare cunt. She felt the sting and the pain, again and again the crop was lowered on her skin, opening her lips. Hard blows rained down. She wanted to clamp her legs together to stop the blows and rolled a little to one side. "Open your legs slut....and keep them open" more blows...the pain was intense. Open your lips slut....she reached down and felt the swollen, painful flesh as she parted her lips and awaited more blows. "This is my cunt, slut and i will tell you if i want it shaved. Is that clear, slut?" "yes Master, very clear" 

Sunday Morning part 2

He seated himself again in the armchair, she gingerly rose from the bed feeling her labia lips smarting as she sat on the end of the bed. “My poor little slut, come here” he pulled her close standing between his legs, her reached up and pulled her breasts out of their restraint. Her nipples unfolded and stuck defiantly out straight, he ran his hands over the tight corset covering her abdomen circling her waist with his hands then pushing up until he had her nipples in his hands. He pulled them sharply, twisting them and nipping them with his thumb and forefinger, pulling them down to his mouth. He ran his tongue over them, circling and sucking hard, playing with them in his mouth. Then looking up and catching her eye he bit hard, he watched her face change from satisfied, lust to concerned pain and he felt a distinct stirring, his sadistic streak coming to forefront and being satisfied. 

“Sit at my feet, slut, sit at my feet and be quite” She sat and he stroked her hair, she felt at peace and craved nothing more at that moment.

“Take my shoes off slut” she moved to face him and undo his shoes, easing them off, then peeling his socks off. Holding his foot between her high thrust tits on the bony part of her chest snuggled between her tits…leaving it there she picked up the other foot, massaging and rubbing it firmly. Then taking it in her mouth and sucking each toe like it was a cock, licking the base of each then biting down his instep firmly while cupping his heel in her hand. He was lying back with his eyes closed. She knew she had him in her power when she looked after his feet.

“Enough slut, I have a present for you” she looked in the bag he gave her…new sheets…. white Egyptian cotton, the finest grade, with pillowcases embossed with blue swirls of embroidery. She imagined slipping between them after he had finished using her, her body hot with welts of use and feeling the crisp coolness of these sheets soothe her pain. “Put them on the bed slut, and please try to remember the correct manner today.

She rose and unpacked the sheets, flapping them in the air to spread them, watching them raise and fall. She bent over to smooth them on the mattress, she felt him behind her leaning over her body until she felt his mouth on her ear. She felt his breath and heard him whisper..”you are my slut, to do with what I want, you will not forget that slut” “no Master never” she whispered back. He pushed her onto the bed and she felt his weight on her pushing her into the mattress.

Sunday Morning Part Three

She lay still with his weight on top of her. Then she felt his cock harden against her arse. She wiggled her arse so she could feel his hardness press into her. She wanted his cock hard and deep up her arse. She felt him rise, and heard him unbutton and unzip his trousers. She moved her legs up and under her and with her head down on the mattress she raised her arse high in the air, open and available, inviting him to use it. She knew she was taking a risk, being so forward in letting him know just what she wanted but where this man was concerned she lacked guile. If she wanted him, she let him know. It was up to him if he took what was on offer or punished her for her cheek.

He rubbed her arse. “So my slut wants her arse fucked does she?” she could hear the amusement in his voice and knew she would get what she wanted. He was patting her arse the strokes grew harder and harder. He was slapping her arse with all his force, She could feel it smarting and the pain was strangely intense…it always surprised her how much he could hurt her with his hand and seemingly not hurt himself. She thrust her arse high and the blows rained down…. she started counting them in her head…4, pushing her head into the mattress and making her back bend. Between each blow she raised her arse up to be ready for the next. 5, 6 the counting was sooving and she swayed her arse in the air to relieve the pain. 7 and 8 “hold your cheeks open slut” he commanded. She wanted him badly and moaned as she held open her cheeks balancing on her head. He inserted a finger in her arse and she squirmed she felt him reach for some ice she had place before the session began. He opened her arse and pushed in a large cube…. she felt a searing pain and a discomfort…. she did not like this …maybe she should tell him…. but then telling him such things often made him do it all the more. Keep quiet.

With the ice still burning she felt his hard cock against her arse…he had her by the hips pulling on the bottom of the corset to bring her back slowly onto this cock, to impale her so slowly…. opening her up. …There was the pain of the entry and the pain of the ice all melding into one. She pulled back but her grasped her tighter and pulled back harder plunging his shaft right up her arse, she gasped at the sudden entry. Then he used the corset to guide her hips back and forth …fucking roughly and fast. Just as she grew accustomed to it and started to push back her pulled out and said “I don’t want to cum yet slut, now lick my cock clean” she did as requested taking the still hard cock right into her mouth and sucking and licking it clean.

Sunday Morning part 4

As he sat back down in the chair, he looked immaculate. He looked her up and down and said “straighten yourself slut…you look very used” she tucked her breasts back into the corset and bent to straighten her stockings…pulling them a little higher. She pulled the corset down and ran her hand over her swollen cunt. She caught herself in the mirror and moved toward it…she rubbed the blackness from below her eyes and applied some more bright red lipstick.

There she stood refreshed and neat feeling her body ache with use but ready to be of service.

“Now finish the bed” she busied herself spread the sheets and tucking the fine material into the mattress….how was she to do these corners…he had showed her but she couldn’t remember. “Master can you help me with the corners?” he moved over and lent over her body placing his hands over hers and calmly told her how to fold the material and pull it tight and tuck it just right. “Do you understand now slut?” “Yes Sir, I needed your help”

“I want to watch your body while you do this, slut, strip your body for me…let me look at you” She smiled at this request, pleased he wanted to see her like this. “Can you unlace my corset Sir?” she backed over to him standing in front of him waiting for his help…he loosened the ties and she eased the stiff fabric down, wriggling it over her hips and dropping it to the floor then stepping out of it. She bent to unfasten the stockings then rolled one leg first and slipped it off her foot then the other. She stood completely naked in front of him for his eyes to take in. She could feel his gaze taking in her full high breast down to her flat stomach to the roundness of her hips and to her bare cunt, her thighs milky and firm yet full.

He motioned her over to stand at his feet and stood holding his hands around her neck, circling it and holding his grip until she thought he might tighten his grasp but he moved his hands down to hold her shoulders, then to her breasts, cupping them and moving to her belly …circling it down to her cunt …rubbing the mound and parting her legs a little to run his hand down her thighs. “You are my beautiful slut, girl…and I want you badly slut.” She felt very powerful.

“Now finish” she moved around the bed pulling and tucking until it was made.

“Go to the end of the bed and bend over slut” as she did as he asked she wondered how he would cum today. She could hear him fiddling with chains and then felt him stroking her labia lips…she felt a sudden shot of pain as he applied a clamp to one lip then another shot as the other lip was clamped …she moaned and did not move so as to lessen the pain. He jangled the chain linking the two and waves of agony shot through her. She felt his hard cock on her arse as he entered her the pain of the entry meshing with the pain of the clamps. Then he withdrew and plunged his cock into her cunt ….she cried out as the pain intensified. Again he withdrew and fucked her arse once more ……hard and fast she could hear his breathing quicken and he started to moan….cumming as he shoved his cock high in her arse. He lent forward over her body, resting for a moment before withdrawing and making the clamps move painfully. She dreaded him removing them, knowing how they smarted ……he reached down and undid the teeth, releasing her flesh allowing the blood to flow once more. She bounced up and down trying to cope with the pain.

Now she could hold him …… they peeled back the beautifully arranged sheets and slipped in …..he lay on his back and she curled up next to him with her head on his chest and he stroked her hair and they enjoyed their Sunday morning together.